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Payback is a Slut, Part I By Limbo's Mistress "Sorry, babe," I said into the phone pressed against my cheek. "I'm way too sick to come with you." There was a pause at the other end of the line, only about two or three seconds in length. Keeley weighing her options, most likely. For a moment, I was worried she was going to take the "concerned girlfriend" route and insist on coming over to play nursemaid. However, as I was already working on a good reason why she shouldn't, she spoke. "I'm sorry you're not feeling good, Daniel." Her voice contained a hint of sadness. Aww, she was concerned. "Get some rest and feel better, okay?" I smiled, but made sure the grin didn't translate into my tone. "I will, babe. Call you tomorrow?" "Of course," she said. "Love you." I rolled my eyes. "Love you, too." I hung up the phone, turned off the ringer, and tossed the device on the dresser. Exiting the bedroom, I paused to look at the two lovely visions lounging on my couch. "Everything okay with your mom?" the redhead, Kara, asked as she twirled a thick braid of crimson around one finger. She was the taller of the two girls, almost as tall as me. When I'd vanished into the bedroom to call Keeley, she'd been wearing a black denim skirt and a dark blue blouse. In my absence, she'd shed both articles to reveal the black satin bra and panties beneath. One of her long, shapely, bare legs was draped over the lap of the girl relaxing next to her. Jasmine was blonde, petite, and the epitome of every red-blooded American male's idea of a college cheerleader. Her wide blue eyes gave her face an expression that was a mixture of innocent and sultriness. Her smile was the kind that made a guy's pants a lot tighter in the crotch. Like Kara, she had stripped down to her underwear. The difference being, hers was sinfully red. It had been Jasmine who caught my eye at the bar earlier in the evening. I'd stopped in after work to grab a cold one and see what sort of talent was out and about. Even though I'd already planned to blow off Keeley, that didn't mean I had to spend my evening alone. After all, a man like me couldn't be satisfied with just one woman. "Yeah," I said, smiling at the duo posed provocatively on my sofa. "Everything's fine. Now, where were we?" The two of them had been seated at the far end of the bar, not paying any attention to the dozens of guys staring in their direction. At first, when I'd sat down on my stool and given them my usual inspection, I had the sneaking suspicion that they were a couple of lesbians. I sipped on my beer and used the time to scope out something young and slutty to take home. The stacked redhead kept taking selfies of herself and her friend, with the blonde giggling each time. After a few minutes, I realized that they were giving me not-so-casual glances. Perhaps they weren't carpet munchers after all. Boosted by the possibilities of ending the long week with a Penthouse-worth menage a trois, I climbed off my stool and strolled over to them. "Evening, ladies," I said, turning on the charm. I'd yet to encounter a woman who could resist it. My buddies always claimed it was as if I practically oozed sexual desire. I couldn't argue with that. From the moment puberty had hit and granted me a well-toned physique and model- quality good looks, my life had been nothing but a string of sexual conquests. I even managed to seduce one of my teachers during junior year. Man, I still hadn't met a woman since, who could suck a dick like Ms. Jordan. "Hi," the lovely blonde said, flashing me a wide smile. "I'm Jasmine." She hooked her thumb at the stacked redhead beside her. "That's Kara." "Daniel," I said. My smile widened and I moved closer to them. While I wasn't completely up in their personal space, I was near enough that my territory was cleared marked for any other guy who might have had designs on the pair. "What brings you two beauties out this evening?" Jasmine giggled, but Kara leaned toward me, jade green eyes boring into my own. "I'm on a mission to help a friend," she said, giving me a sly wink. "Jasmine, here, hasn't had a decent fucking in far too long." I blinked, almost sure I'd heard incorrectly. However, when I looked at the diminutive blonde, her face was red around the cheeks and her blue eyes wide with surprise. "Kara!" she said with a squeal, playfully slapping her friend on the arm. "I can't believe you told him that." The redhead smiled and shrugged one shoulder. "Why not? After all, you have needs. He has the means to ... fill ... your needs." She tilted her head, continuing to stare at me. "How about it, stud? You think you can remind my trampy little friend what it's like to cum her brains out?" Her smile faltered just the slightest bit. "Or, do you have a girlfriend?" The lie jumped from my mouth without a second thought. "No. No girlfriend." I winked down at Jasmine. "One hundred percent available and two-hundred percent ready, willing, and able." Kara's ruby lips parted into a wide smile. The expression didn't seem to go all the way to those green eyes, but when she moved next to me, the sensation of her generous breasts pressed against my arm silenced any alarms that might have gone off in my head. "Of course," she said, purring into my ear. "I can't let my friend go off to do who knows what with a total stranger. That's not safe at all." The erection that had been forming in my pants started to deflate. Had the flirting been some type of trick? A prank to get a guy all hot and bothered, then shoot him down. I opened my mouth to accuse them of being a pair of fucking cock teases when Kara's arm snaked around my waist. "So, I guess I'll have to come along as well." Her tongue placed a titillating flick against my earlobe. "The more the merrier." I nodded and quickly paid both tabs, throwing a generous tip to the bartender, who seemed to be green with envy at my good fortune. Then I gestured toward the door. "Shall we be off, then?" Outside the bar, I hailed a cab and the three of us piled into the back. Even though there was more than enough room for myself and the ladies, both of them made it a point to squeeze in on either side of me. The ride to my condo only took about ten minutes, but the way the two girls kept breathing in my ear and running their fingers up the insides of my thighs, I didn't think we were ever going to arrive. I led the two into my building and toward the elevator at the far end of the foyer. I pressed the button and, when the doors closed, Jasmine wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down into an intense, passionate kiss that seemed to scorch down to my soul. Kara chuckled softly and pulled me away from her friend's embrace, slipping her arm around me from behind. "Patience, Jas," she said, giving the petite blonde a tsk-tsk. "No need to act like a rampant slut." I laughed, smiling down at the incredible kisser. "I don't mind. Not enough rampant sluts in the world as far as I'm concerned." My comment made both of them laugh. When the doors opened on the fifth floor, it was Jasmine who grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the elevator and down the hall to my front door. Once inside, I opened a bottle of wine Keeley had bought for our first anniversary and poured three glasses. I handed one to each of the two ladies, then excused myself. "Make yourselves comfortable," I said as I headed toward the bedroom. "I need to call and check on my mom. She's been sick lately. I won't be long." Kara nodded with a grin. Jasmine, however, giggled and said, "Aren't you so sweet?" Now that I'd taken care of the problem of my annoying girlfriend, it was time to get down to business. I picked up my wine glass and raised it in the duo's direction. "To what I hope will be a wild and crazy night of debauchery." The both returned the salute. "I promise it will be nothing like you've ever experienced before," Kara added, smiling over at me. I took a sip of my wine as Jasmine slipped off the sofa and sashayed toward me. The sway of her hips and the matching jiggle of her boobs caught my complete and utter attention. The sharp contrast of the red satin against her creamy skin sent my thoughts into all kinds of naughty directions, and my dick throbbed painfully behind the confines of my jeans. The petite blonde stopped right in front of me and looked up, lower lip jutting out into a pout that would have put Marylin Monroe to shame. She reached out with one hand, fingers caressing the obvious bulge in my pants and locked her eyes onto mine. "I think someone wants to come out and play," she cooed, stroking me with a bit more enthusiasm. "I bet it's uncomfortable having all that man-meat trapped inside those pants." I nodded, taking another sip of wine, trying to act sophisticated and smooth, when all I really wanted to do was fuck the little bimbo until she walked funny. "You have no idea," I answered. She tittered softly and ran her thumb down the zipper. "I might have some idea." She glanced over her shoulder at Kara. "Are you coming?" I raised my gaze from Jasmine's plentiful mounds to see the redhead was reclined on the couch, legs spread wide as her hand rubbed the front of her panties. Even in the dimmed light of the floor lamp, I could see the wetness already soaking through the satin. "Not yet," Kara breathed, her eyes half-lidded. "Go ahead and start without me. I'll be in there in a minute." Jasmine giggled and looked back up at me. She hooked one finger through the waistband of my jeans and tugged, pulling me in the direction of the bedroom door. Behind us, Kara made a tiny squealing sound that made my painfully hard dick even harder. "Fine then," she purred, shaking her tits erotically. "I don't mind taking the lead." She walked backwards into the room, steering us toward the large, iron-framed bed that dominated the scene. "Kara likes to get herself pumped and primed. Don't worry, though, when she's ready to join us she will have plenty of energy to see everything through to the big finish." I started to ask what she meant by that. However, that was the moment we reached the edge of the mattress. Jasmine turned us around, putting the back of my legs against the bed. Then she unzipped my pants and pushed them down my legs, helping me out of them completely. My shirt came next, each button unfastened painstakingly slow as she rubbed her belly against the tented front of my boxers. The dress shirt joined my pants on the floor and Jasmine leaned back for a moment to look at my bare chest. Even though it had been years since I was on the college swim team, I had continued to go to the gym often enough that I had maintained my lean, yet muscular form. More than a few of my conquests had been happy to compliment me on keeping myself fit into my thirties. Jasmine ran her fingers along the surface of my torso, nails lightly grazing the small, yet hardened, male nipples. After giving me a sinfully decadent smirk, she leaned in to lick around one of them. The sensation sent sparks flying into my brain, nearly causing me to blow my load right then. A final flick of her tongue on the tender flesh made me jump, then she looked up at me and shook her head. "Don't go getting ahead of the game, lover. If you come before I get a change to milk that huge snake of your dry, I will be very, very disappointed." She reached back and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to reveal a pair of large, perfectly shaped breasts. The areolas were the size of shot glasses and the perky nipples atop each luscious mound were stiff, pointed, and nearly an inch in length. They hung almost suspended, swaying in a mind-tickling manner. I raised my hand to cup one of the globes, positive I would find them to be artificial. To my pleasant surprise, they were completely real and natural. They were also very warm, warmer than I would have expected, given the slight chill of the room. "You like them?" She asked, putting one of her hands on top of mine, squeezing her own boob through contact. I nodded, still staring at the twin mounds. "Yeah, they're great." "Tell me," she said, rubbing herself against my erection again. "I like them," I answered. It was difficult to split my attention between the action taking place down below and the incredible sensation of playing with Jasmine's massive boobs. Her free hand curled around the stiff pole threatening to rip a hole in my boxers. Her thumb gliding over the cloth-covered tip. "No, say 'I like your big tits.'" I smiled, breath momentarily hitching as her nail grazed the underside of my shaft. "I like your big tits." "You love them." Damn. Had her voice gotten even sexier since we entered the room? Or was I just so fucking horny at the moment it was making the tiny blonde sound like a breathy phone sex operator. Either way, I found myself obeying her order without hesitation. "I love them," I repeated. She giggled. "You love big tits on tiny girls. Don't you?" Fuck yeah, I thought. Who wouldn't? "Yes. I love big tits on tiny girls." Jasmine smiled and pushed me back, I let her motion carry me down until I was lying sideways on the bed. She removed my boxers in the space of a second, then stripped out of the rest of her clothing. Crawling up onto the bed, she ran her fingers from the underside of my balls up to the rock-hard cock pointing into the air. I shuffled around so I was fully on the bed. As soon as I stopped moving, Jasmine crawled on top of me and leaned down to lick the side of my neck. Then she grabbed my wrists and pushed them up over my head, placing them on either side of the pillow. Rolling and lifting her hips, she placed the slickened opening of her pussy right against the tip of my dick. She teased me for a few seconds, allowing just the barest amount of my aching cock into the hot folds of her cunt. Almost as if she were a jungle cat, hiding in a tree and waiting for the right moment to pounce on her victim. The image sent a shudder through me, making me take a half-second to consider calling the whole thing off. Some part of my mind, some far too rational voice I didn't listen to if I could help it, said that the whole deal seemed unusual. Two super-hot girls that seemed to want to just fuck me? With no strings attached? It was the kind of thing one would only find in the lamest porn flick. However, my concern didn't stick around. At that moment, Kara strolled into the room, as completely naked as the hot blonde on top of me. Her face and body were flushed, obviously from her living room escapades, and I could see the glistening wetness at the top of her thighs. It would seem she'd already beaten Jasmine and I to the Happy Finish Line. Well, at least the first one anyway. She stopped beside the bed, studying the scene before her with the gaze of an appraiser. Then she reached over and moved my hands a little further up toward the headboard. If she'd pulled out a pair of cuffs, I would have been in the perfect pose to be restrained. Not that I was opposed to a little kink. I just preferred to be the one in charge. "Am I supposed to call you 'Mistress' now?" I asked her, winking flirtatiously. Kara smiled as her fingers released my wrists and played through my hair, tugging lightly before moving down along my chest. "No. I'm afraid I won't be the one who will get that honor." She tweaked the same nipple Jasmine had teased, sending another of those wonderful waves of electricity rolling though me. Then she glanced over at Jasmine, arching a brow. "I think he's ready," Jasmine said, looking from her friend to me. "I can feel his energy coalescing." Kara's green eyes looked into my own and she flashed that icy smile I'd seen a peek of earlier. It wasn't a friendly expression. There was anger in that gaze. No, more like ... disgust. "Wonderful," she said as she took a step back. "Let's get this over with." Any concern I might have made about her change in attitude toward me was lost in the next second. That was because Jasmine speared herself on me, sliding the entire length of my dick into her sopping wet, and incredibly warm, pussy. I gasped as the pleasure being squeezed inside that tight, little cunt sent fireworks rocketing through my brain. I tried to lift my hips to thrust up into her, but the blonde hottie was already riding up and down like a seasoned pro. Each plunge seemed to draw me deeper inside her, and within a few moments, my balls started to ache with the urge to release their contents in an explosive manner. "I don't think so, stud," Jasmine moaned as she continued to bounce up and down like a pornographic pogo-stick. "I'll let you know when you can come. Kara?" I glanced over to see the redhead had taken a step away from the bed and was standing with her arms and legs spread wide. It would have been an rather erotic sight if not for the fact her eyes were closed and her lips moving in a low murmur. Almost as if she were chanting or something. Her voice seemed to echo around the room, and especially, in my head. Once again, the talented blonde kept my mind from focusing too much on the weirdness her friend was displaying. Hell, if Kara wanted to stand there and pray while I boffed the shit out of her friend, more power to her. I gave Jasmine my entire attention. The girl on top of me had her head thrown back, her hands working her swaying breasts and hardened nipples furiously. She pulled and twisted the dark flesh, moaning sensually. The sight of her made my already throbbing balls even more painful. I reached up to help her fondle those delicious tits. Or, I tried to. My arms, however, wouldn't lift off the mattress even an inch. Nor could I slide them down closer to my torso. It was as if they were locked down tight, from the elbows to the wrists. I could still wiggle my fingers, but nothing else. "Hey," I said as I glanced over at the chanting redhead. A dab of fear managed to pry through the hazy fog of lust. "What the fuck is going on?" She ignored me, her voice increasing in pitch. I didn't know what language she was speaking, but I sure as hell knew it wasn't English. The strands of crimson that drifted down onto her bare shoulders fluttered, lifted as if by a non-existent breeze. I glanced around to see if there was an open window or something, even though I already knew that wasn't the case. Suddenly, I was aware of two things simultaneously. The first was that I was about to come, and it was going to be the biggest nut of my entire life. The second, was that a third person had entered the bedroom. I couldn't see who it was, due to the fact that the lighting was dim and there was a giggling blonde slut bouncing on my dick. "Come for me, lover," Jasmine cooed, reaching down to pinch my tiny nipples viciously, distracting me from the new arrival. "Give it all to me all your manhood in a sacrifice for the sisterhood." I nearly told the blonde to go join her crazy friend. However, the second time her nails pinched, I began to come. I cried out, practically screaming aloud, as the first wave of my orgasm hit. I had never been so vocal in any of my previous experiences. Jasmine matched my moans with her own, but never stopped riding me for a second. Even as I sent spurt after colossal spurt deep into her snatch. I wasn't sure how long I continued to come. Five minutes? Ten? All I did know was that it was the greatest orgasm of my entire life. My whole body felt las if it were on fire. No. It was like I'd picked up a downed power line and placed it against my cock. My skin hummed and buzzed. My muscles ached. The flesh of my scalp tingled with the sensation of a million ants marching across it. Just as my dick twitched its finale throes, the sensation of my balls being completely empty starting to become painful, the person lurking at the doorway stepped closer. My vision was blurry from the mini- nukes that continued to go off in my skull, but I still had presence enough of mind to recognize the face looking down at me. Keeley. A wave of cold fear started to descend, and I opened my mouth to ask what the hell she was doing here. However, before I could utter a single syllable, a jolt of electricity, as from a lightning bolt, slammed through my body, causing every inch of my body to seize painfully. My back bowed in agony, nearly throwing Jasmine off me, but the giggling blonde managed to hang on long enough to climb off me on her own. My hips dropped back down onto the bed as the sensation of having been strapped to a power transformer passed. I closed my eyes, gasping for breath, as I tried to move past the lingering tinges that jumped and surged through my limbs. I drew in a single deep breath, holding it for a moment as I tried to clear the static interrupting my thoughts. The first thing I noticed once my body stopped feeling as if it had been dipped in acid was the fact that my bed felt different. At least the part under my ass did. Finally, I force my eyes to open. From the corner of my eye, I saw Kara lower her arms and stumble. Fortunately, Jasmine was there to slip her arm around her friend and keep her from hitting the floor. The blonde whispered something to her taller friend, and then looked back at me. The smile on her face, the one that had been full of ditzy fun earlier, was as stern and unwelcoming as it could be. "Holy shit," Keeley said as she stepped closer to the bed. I glanced over to see her soft brown eyes were wide in disbelief. I guess walking in on your boyfriend drilling some bimbo while another one prays in the nude isn't something the average woman prepares for. "Is ... everything ... acceptable?" Kara said to Keeley between drawing in deep gulps of air. Keeley nodded, not taking her eyes off me. "It's perfect. Better than perfect, really." She finally looked over at the other two females. "Is it, I mean he, you know?" She pointed at me. "Completely," Jasmine said, brushing the damp red strands out of her friend's face. "Not only did we adhere to your requests, we even allowed him to assist with some of the finer details." Keeley laughed and looked back at me. "Well, this worth every fucking penny." I had finally caught my breath enough to realize that I was the victim of some sort of set-up. I had expected Keeley to be furious as discovering that I was cheating on her. But from the way the three of them were acting, I immediately knew they were already acquainted. What was the gag? Was I being filmed so Keeley could blackmail me? Ruin my reputation at my work? My glare moved to Jasmine, who had released Kara in order to put her underwear back on. Maybe the blonde had herpes or something. The three of them had planned to give me an STD as some sort of sick punishment. "It took more energy than I expected it to," Kara said, finally seeming to regain her strength. "He had more masculinity in him than most those I've converted. Of course, the removal of that much maleness is probably the reason she turned out better than we planned." I wasn't sure what the hell the three crazy bitches were spouting off about. And at the moment, I didn't give two shits. Anger pulsed in my chest, and I pulled at my arms, only to discover that they were was no longer held in place. Clenching my jaw tightly, I scrambled off the bed and charged at Kara. Three steps. That was all I managed before I realized that, not only was Kara now several inches taller than before, practically towering over me, there was also a strange, weighted sensation coming from my chest. Glancing down, I stared dumbfounded at the sight before me. Sticking out of my torso were a pair of incredibly large breasts. I wasn't sure just how big they were, but I did notice that I couldn't see my feet because of them. I whipped my head toward Keeley, hoping that she might have some explanation about why I was now sporting a monstrous pair of hooters. By the time my head completed its turn, my vision became obstructed by a cascade of hair that drifted over my face. I reached up and pushed the strands away, only to have them fall back down again. Long hair? Grabbing the mysterious locks again, I parted them like a curtain, just in time to see the amused expression on my girlfriend's face. "Oh, that's hilarious," she said. "Remember all those times you bitched and complained about my hair not being long and sexy enough for your tastes. Reap what you sow, Rapunzel." I turned around and ran into the bathroom, holding my hair in both hands to keep from stumbling around blind. Even before I flipped on the light, I already knew deep down what I would find the moment I looked in the mirror. Still, the reality of it hit hard. Words escaped me as I took stock of the image being reflected back at me. The girl staring dumbfounded in my direction looked like she might be just a day over twenty-one. Barely. Her eyes were large and wide, colored the same blue as a summer sky. Her face was something worthy of the cover of a glamour magazine. A daringly cute button nose, small chin, high cheekbones, and full, pouty lips that looked slightly bee- stung and didn't quite close completely. All of that beauty framed by long curling waves of honey gold that hung down to her waist. If her face was perfect for a fashion spread, then the body underneath was made for porn. My earlier assessment about her breasts had been close. I would guess that they were only a D-cup, but on the slender, petite frame attached to them, they looked gigantic. And much like Jasmine's, they rode high and perky. Her waist tapered in sharply before flaring out into a pair of hips that curved more than the Pacific Coast Highway. The figure was the sort the phrase "hour-glass" had been coined about. Despite my better judgement, I turned to the side, noticing that the hips were accompanied by a firm, round bottom that would be noticeable no matter what type of clothing covered it. It was an ass designed to draw the male eye and coerce thoughts of what it would be like to take her from behind like an animal. I stood there staring at the mirror for a few more minutes. Then I heard Keeley call out from the bedroom. "When you are done ogling yourself, get dressed and join us in the living room. We have things to discuss." Things to discuss? I wasn't sure what was on the trio's agenda, but my main concern was the fact that there was a smoking hot blonde sexpot standing where a mid-thirties, muscular, virile man should have been. I let go of the hair and tucked some of it behind my ears. My pierced ears, no less. Somehow, in the process of changing me into a girl, they'd found the time to stick me with a pair of golden hoops. Coupled with the outrageous hair and the ultra-feminine face, I looked like a bimbo. I stumbled out of the bathroom, still feeling as if I were in the beginning stages of shock. The room had been vacated, and I could hear soft voices speaking in the living room. When I looked over at the bed, I noticed a single article of clothing awaiting me. Walking over, I picked up the silky garment and held it up. A blue lace teddy. Crotchless. I shook my head and throw the lingerie on the floor. My jeans and shirt from earlier were gone, but my closet was only five feet away. I raised my middle finger, nail colored with bright pink gloss, at the open doorway before stomping over to the closet, feeling a tingle of joy run though me as my heavy steps made the humungous boobs bounce. I wasn't putting on a piece of sexy underwear just so they three of them could have a laugh. I wasn't sure what they'd done to turn me into a walking wet dream, but I wasn't going to give them the pleasure of making me dress like a slutty tart. Pulling open the door, I reached for a pair of jeans and froze. My closet was packed to nearly overflowing, but there wasn't a single article of clothing that wasn't feminine. Skirts, dresses, blouses, baby tees, and sweaters all stared back at me. Gone were the expensive suits, jeans, and dress shirts. Hell, there wasn't even a pair of women's slacks either. I glanced over to see the other side of the closet contained a multi-story shoe shelf, loaded down with female footwear for every occasion. Including a couple of pairs of heels that were obviously only designed to be worn while lounging on a bed naked. "This isn't the time to try on all your new outfits," Keeley yelled again. "Now, put on the fucking teddy and get your perky tits out here!" My head snapped up, and before I knew it, I was sliding my legs through the holes in the bottom of the lingerie and pulling it up over my generous bosom. Then my feet practically carried me all on their own out of the room. It wasn't as if I was dragged against my will by a traitorous body, like by remote control. I honestly couldn't find the will to disobey her command. The three ladies sat on the sofa. Kara and Jasmine had put their clothes back on and were holding hands. Keeley sat in the middle, looking at me as I approached. Her face was decidedly neutral, but there was no mistaking the hurricane fury in her brown eyes. She might give off an air of stoicism, but I could tell there was a tempest taking place inside her. This was the look I'd expected to see when she came into the room to find me fucking Jasmine. I stopped a few feet from the sofa, standing there with my arms at my sides. I considered bringing them up to cover myself, but the urge never seemed to grow strong enough to act upon. Keeley looked me up and down a few times before that amused smile reappeared. "Aren't you just adorable?" she said, causing Jasmine to giggle. Then she glanced at Kara, who nodded back. "Oh, she's all done," the redhead said. "Go head, try her out." Keeley looked back at me, tapping one finger against her lips. "Let's start with something easy, okay? What's your name?" I rolled my eyes. Really? My name? I had been turned into a girl, not a moron. "Daniel McMillan," I spat. Only, what came from those luscious lips was "Danielle McMillan." And it didn't come out with the snark I'd attempted to put behind it. Instead, it came out in that same breathy tone Jasmine had used earlier. It was a voice that unquestioningly reeked of sex. Sweaty, sheet-messing, kinky sex. I slapped a hand over my mouth, feeling my eyes widen to the extreme. This time, all three of them cackled. "Danielle," I said again, this time much softer, though no less sexy. "Danielle. Danielle. Danielle." Kara looked from me to Keeley. "If she tries to write it, the effect will be the same." I curled my pink-tipped fingers into claws and lunged for Kara again. Of the three, she seemed to be the most dangerous and the most responsible for my current state. However, I only managed to raise my hands before the redhead turned her gaze back to me and uttered three words: "Super Horny Danielle." The next thing I knew, my fists had unfurled and I was down on my back on the carpet in front of the sofa, fingers working furiously at my quickly-dampening snatch through the opening at the bottom of the teddy. My entire body felt as if it were on fire, burning with a need to come that almost ranked higher on the priority list than oxygen. I moaned, tugging at one diamond-hard nipple as my fingers dove deep into my honey pot, getting slickened by the sheer amount of juice seeping out of my pussy. I was so focused on my frustration at not being able to climax, I nearly missed Kara's follow up. "That particular trigger will turn her into a raving nympho. The only reason why she's finger-fucking herself and not jumping us is because she's completely hetero. I believe that was one of the requests you made. The intensity of her urges, of course, is variable." Groaning, I rolled over onto my knees, supporting myself with one hand. The cascade of gold that fell down into my face didn't slow my ministrations in the least. My dripping fingers kept sliding in and out of me, each graze along my clit sending blasts of euphoria into my brain. "When she's with a man, she'll only be able to when he does," Jasmine added. "However, if she tries to get herself off alone, she's going to find it a much rougher road. Unless she hears someone say the appropriate trigger. Care to see?" "Hell yes," Keeley cackled. "Slutty Danielle can come!" My brain exploded into a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds. Every nerve fired at once and a tsunami of happiness rocketed from my quivering pussy down to my toes and up to my hair. The orgasm seemed to roll back and forth through my body for a few hours, leaving me a sweaty, panting mess on the floor when it finally subsided. I turned my face toward the sofa, brushing the damp strands out of my eyes. The three of them were standing now, with Kara and Jasmine moving toward the front door. "I wish you two didn't have to leave," Keeley said, following them. "After all, she is your handiwork. You should at least get the pleasure of sticking around while I explain her new reality to her." Kara looked over at me, green eyes twinkling at the image I'm sure I made. Lying there trying to catch my breath after fingering my slutty cunt to a mind-blowing orgasm. Then she looked at Keeley. "Thanks for the offer. However, we have to meet with another client." "Another?" Keeley asked. "You can do two in the same night?" Jasmine shook her head. "Not normally. However, this particular client has requested that we take steps to make sure her husband's mistress never seduces another married man again. We thought the masculinity we took from Danielle would go a long way to making that happen." Keeley giggled at that and opened the door. "Well, I suppose it's a good thing someone has a use for all that machismo." She nodded her head back at me. "She sure as shit won't be needing it ever again." The two women left and my girlfriend vanished into the kitchen. I was just starting to recover enough to get up when she returned with a fresh wine glass and the remainder of the anniversary wine. She glanced at the mostly empty bottle, frowned and then poured the rest of it into her glass. Then she sat down on the sofa, crossed her legs, and glared at me. The moment I was back on my feet, she pointed at the floor. "Kneel," she barked. I was instantly down on my knees, resting my bubble butt on my heels and locking my fingers behind my head as I arched my back, putting my generous rack on display. What the fuck? "I've known about the cheating for a while, Danielle. At first, I didn't want to believe it. Even when my friends were swearing up and down, I gave you the benefit of the doubt. Then, after I discovered it was true, I considered just breaking up with you. However, my friend Janice recommended I speak to a pair of witches from her coven." She smiled at the look I knew appeared on my face. "That's right. Those were real witches you brought home tonight. They specialize in ... remaking people into new forms. Especially those that deserve it." "Keeley," I said, trying to look for a loophole. "I didn't mean to hurt..." "Shut up, whore." She snarled as she drained the rest of the wine from the glass and slammed it down on the coffee table, nearly shattering it. "Because that's what you are. A whore. Hell, you've always been one. You were a whore before this evening, and you're a real fucking whore now." I clenched my jaw, keeping my tongue in check. Until I knew the whole deal with what Kara and Jasmine had done to me, it would be best if I didn't piss off my source of information. Keeley stood up and walked over to the far side of the living room. She perused the wine rack for several minutes while I was forced to remain kneeling obediently with my tits sticking out. After looking over several bottles, she pulled out an expensive cabernet and headed into the kitchen. "I'm sure you have a bunch of questions. Likewise, I've got a whole bunch of new rules that will dictate how things are going to be going from now on." The sound of her rummaging around in the drawer for the wine opener drifted into the living room. "It's on the counter next to the sink, Mistress." I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head. Had those words really just come out of my mouth? Keeley's laugh echoed from the kitchen, and the smile on her face as she returned with a full glass confirmed my fear. "Yes," she said, settling back down on the sofa. "That is one of the aspects of your new life. From now on, you will address me as 'Mistress', and be the most helpful little servant ever." She took a sip and set the glass down. "Here's another change I want you to understand." She stood up and removed her clothes, placing them neatly on the arm of the sofa. With a sensual strut, she moved around the coffee table to stand only a foot away from me. Planting her hands on her hips, she arched a brow in inquiry. "Well?" I looked up at her, my eyes sliding over her naked body. Jasmine and Kara might have been knockouts, but my girlfriend wasn't anything to sneeze at. It would only stand to reason that I wouldn't date a girl who wasn't hot, and Keeley was no exception. Her tits were smaller than Jasmine's. Smaller than my new ones. And the tiny bit of sag present wasn't enough to detract from the beauty of them. Her legs were toned and shapely, and her ass was firm enough to bounce a quarter off of. Her tummy had the barest hint of a pooch, but there wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere else on her. She might have been almost thirty-one, but she still had the body of a woman five years younger. I stared at her for several long minutes, drinking in every detail of her naked glory. And it didn't make me the slightest bit aroused. Not even a little. She reached out and patted me on the head before sashaying back to the sofa. As she dressed, she looked over at me. "Your days of bedding beautiful women are over, Danielle. The thought of licking a pussy is probably just as alien to you as sucking a dick would have been to Daniel." The smile on her face widened as we both heard the sound of someone knocking on the door. "Speaking of ..." She finished buttoning her blouse, scooped up the wine glass, and strolled to the front door. Opening it wide, she stepped aside to allow the person in the hallway to enter. My heart began to hammer in my chest as a large man came through the door. He was built like a construction worker, all muscles and just a hint of a beer belly. His eyes moved from Keeley to me, and a grin full of lechery appeared on his face. "This her?" he asked, walking in my direction. Keeley closed the door behind him. Then she walked back over to the sofa and sat down, nodding. "Yes. This is Danielle. Danielle, say hello to Roger." I hoped to tell the asshole leering at me to take a fucking hike. Instead, I found myself smiling up at him. "Hello, Roger." Goddamn, my voice sounded even more sensual. That simple greeting reeked of carnal desire. The grin widened as he licked his lips. Then he glanced over at Keeley. "Is here good? Or do I need to take her ...?" His gaze moved to the open bedroom door. "Here will be fine," she answered, taking a sip of wine. "I fully intend to watch." My pulse quickened as Roger nodded and began to unbuckle his belt. My mouth watered and the sound of my heartbeat began to drown out everything else. I felt a hot wetness flow out from between my legs, the flames of wanton need turning into a raging inferno. My nipples hardened painfully, aching with the desire to pinched and fondled. My mouth dropped open slightly, allowing a bit of drool to slip out. The erection tenting the front of his shorts was massive. Easily eleven inches in length. He stroked himself through the cloth, never taking his eyes off my body. I had to resist. I had to fight the overwhelming wave of rampant lust swarming through my mind and body. I was a man, dammit. And there was no way in fucking hell I was going to have sex with this burly brute. However, I couldn't take my eyes off Roger's huge package. The longer I stared, the hornier and hotter I became. For a brief moment, I entertained the notion that I might be able to hold out. Then I realized Keeley had moved to kneel right beside me, her mouth next to my ear. "Horny Danielle," she whispered. Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the beginning of this sordid little tale. Needless to say, this is just the beginning of what awaits poor Danielle. Hell hath no fury like a girlfriend scorned. As always, comments and suggestions are appreciated. Sincerely, Limbo's Mistress